Crush Imagines

Smart Girl

You wouldn't call yourself a genius. That's going way too far. Let's just say, school is a lot easier for you then it is for mostly anyone else. That is, except for freaking science class! The teacher sucks, the class sucks, and you can never learn anything in there!

And that's where you are right now. At your desk, studying your notes that make absolutely no sense to you whatsoever and getting angry at inanimate objects. You were supposed to have a partner, but you were absent the day they assigned them so lucky you!

    But then the door opened. And in walked C/N. And he looked so perfect you nearly forgot about your burning hatred for the class. Nearly. The teacher pointed him towards you, and all of a sudden your crush plops down beside you with a smile on his face.

    "Hey Y/N. I have a totally new schedule, and now I'm in this class. What are we doing?" He looked so cute you almost forgot to speak.

    "Um--we're---uh, I--" Thank the lord, he just grabs your notes out from under your books and scrutinized them.

    "The nitrogen cycle? Great!" Your brow furrows, and you scoff.

    "Great? I think the word you were looking for was ew. I have no clue how this thing works." He grins and sidles up beside you, so close you could smell him. He smelled like soap, and you loved it.

    He then proceeded to stun you by explaining the entire cycle to you in under five minutes, and you got it all. Wow, you have great taste in guys.

    "Thanks, I needed that." You say sheepishly, and he smiles. He pulls out a paper from his folder and passed it to you.

    "Mind returning the favor? I'm kind of flunking French...and Math...and English. Pretty much the only thing I'm good at is science." You nearly laugh, and from that day on, every time he needed something he would come to you. Every day, for a whole year, until he finally asked you out.